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Im Climbin On Top of the Hill by Blind Boy Fuller Lyrics

Genre: country | Year: 1935

You needn't come runnin', screamin' and crying
You know you mistreat me woman, now you's off my mind

[Refrain]
Go on, papa got your places filled
Well, I can't be worried, I'm climbin' on top of the hill

When I tried to love you, you wouldn't pay me no mind
But you could spend my dollars, like you spend my dimes

[Refrain]
Go on, papa got your places filled
Then I can't be worried, I'm climbin' on top of the hill

You know I told you, long time ago
That you had to reap, everything you sow

[Refrain]
Reap on, papa got your places filled
Then I can't be worried, I'm climbin' on top of the hill
[Spoken]
Play that thing for me, boy. I'm gon' try to sing it, best I can

A nickel is a nickel, a dime is a dime
House full of womеn, ain't nary one mine

[Refrain]
Go on, papa got your places fillеd
Then I can't be worried, I'm climbin' on top of the hill

You know I told you, times and times again
I wouldn't be your enemy, rather be your friend

[Refrain]
Go on, papa got your places filled
Then I can not be worried, I'm climbin' on top of the hill

I done start to climbin', I don't need you now
I ain't fixin' to let you, pull me back down

[Refrain]
Go on, papa got your places filled
Then I can't be worried, I'm climbin' on top of the hill